What’s Real and What’s Not

Youve seen the paranormal tv shows asking if the spirit is there, (sigh) and every other spin off that a paranormal series can muster.  Granted, as a medium, remote viewer, psychic I have watched my share of it. It was the highlight of my weekends. When you are not married, middle age and have cats, your life is not exactly full of hot dates, and oh, if you are a medium, might I add, men avoid you. I’ve been married twice. It scared them as one ex husband told me. “Don’t meddle in that.” Well, how can I not? I was born with a gift.  So two husbands later, I still have my cats and my gift and not so real paranormal shows. If you were to walk in my shoes, you would turn the channel when those shows came on  because they have nothing on what goes on in my life. Are they for real? Why can’t they capture what I get on a daily basis? It’s simple, its called spirit and a gift.

It amazes me what happens to me on a daily basis. It is like a child discovering new surroundings when I wake up. Spirit never fails to show me another side to the otherside. For several years its been spirits in my hair. They catch a ride. Some are good, most are, some are not so good. I immediately know when it happens to. My energy level has sunk to a record 0. Photographs always confirm this. Sometimes I have spirits follow me from other locations. Not attachments but followers hoping that my energy can help them cross. I had a spirit follow me from the Deep South to Paris France and show up in a group photo. Then there are the spirits that show up in daytime. that is a part of my gift that stands out among all of them. Others have tried but not to the extent I have been able to show them. They once had lives, once had families that loved them and even maybe animals, kids too. Even the animals have souls. So when you think you are watching something entertaining, think again. Most spirits are more than capable of doing something resounding only they dont have to sit up and beg for treats. They don’t need to. Respect is the word that needs to be learned when dealing with spirits. They know all and see all once on the otherside.

To take away from reading this, how would you like it if someone chased your dead mom and grandad around to get them to speak or interact with you just so they can be famous and show something that might be more than most people show on tv. I don’t chase spirits, I simply don’t have to. They want to be around me. It’s my energy and I am not out to make a dime off it. I give it away more than I am given.

The Dark Side of Beautiful

The marsh and tidal creek lay just out front from the large plantation house, with its majestic oaks draped with Spanish moss . It’s a beautiful setting for a low country wedding, and a place I fell in love with and could stay forever. With the price of beauty comes the side of darkness of its past.

Last year I went there from a request from the owner to see what was there. I primarily concentrated on several areas of the house and got lengthy Evp’s from the still lurking around owner from the 1800’s. This year, it was different.

I asked to speak to the kind man I engaged with last year. A voice came back to me over Evp’s that said, “He’s dead.”

My reply was, “Do you know you are dead too?” I was irritated that a spirit decided to screw with me as a medium and thwart my endeavors as to why I came.

“What do you mean he is dead?” What kind of spirit says that? Not a good one that is for sure. I had to dig deeper. I asked for a name and I got it. The next day I went to the library to get information and found out that the name given to me over evp by spirit belonged to the man who was ruthless, making this estate the richest during his lifetime for the area. He lived during the 1700’s. It was him I heard. It only got worse from there. The night time cameras catching us sleeping showed our project manager sitting on the edge of the bed rocking back and forth in an unusual manner around 2-3 am and all of sudden the footage showed his back contorting into a balloon. It was not humanly possible to do so unless you have helium to blow your back into a bulbous round shape. His did. Then you see the same spirit come over to me when I was sleeping and yank the covers from my feet and lay down beside me. I was not about to sleep alone in that house and he was my best friend. For three days I watched my friend turn into a 80 something year old, a man I did not know. Even his voice changed and his eyes narrowed, shutting for most of the time. Who was he? Not my friend Joe.

Later, his back hurt so bad that I took him to the emergency room. The doctors came back in and said his back had a compression fracture and a cracked rib. I know what caused it. He kept saying he wanted to go back home. We were home and now over 500 miles away from the estate.  Apparantly, this home was not the one he intended.

I asked out loud over an evp session when we were at the estate “Who is the evil entity here? Can they hurt someone?” I never heard the answer at the time, and it was “Yes”

After we arrived back at the house a few states away, having gotten home from the hospital, Joe’s phone turned Siri on, by itself, and a message came across the front screen,  “You don’t know true evil yet.”

After I left the estate last year, I got a message on my phone that said, ” What do you call a slut in the ground?.”

Pure evil lurks behind the beautiful sometimes.


How does one go about explaining to 12 other people they have worked with for many years that I have a special gift?

You let someone else do that for you as this was the case.

I left the restaurant to go into the bar to have a smoke. I have since quit many years ago. Settling in for possibly two cigarettes, I noticed two people sitting at the bar, both females.  As I took a puff off my cigarette, I looked over towards the two women who were deep in conversation. Truly engrossed in their discussion, they did not notice me until I had to interrupt them.  It was because above each of their heads I saw two deceased people and their names, like neon signs flashing at me.

I looked away, and then looked back. Nope not gone. They are still there. i was not imagining it.  One of the deceased persons Phylis had a message to give to one of the ladies. She was very persistent.

“Excuse me” I said

“I don’t want to interrupt you but I had to ask you, who Phylis and Frank are?”

They both turned to look at me with horror on their faces. “Excuse me, Do we know you?”

I said, “no, sorry, no, I just wanted to see how Phylis and Frank are doing?”

“How do you know about Phylis and Frank?”

“Well, I um, I just know. Hard to explain, sorry to have  bothered you.  Well, I  will be going now.” I was now uneasy having just seen two dead people above two other people’s head while sitting in a bar smoking cigarettes.

“No seriously, how do you know about Phylis and Frank?” they asked.

“Well, if you must know, I see them and it just is a gift I have. Phylis is happy and says that Frank is in the hospital?”

Their faces were turning white.

I said, “Sorry to have bothered you.” Gosh, MB, thinking to myself, why don’t you keep your big mouth shut.

“Phylis was my mother who died about six months ago and Frank is the father of ——-.,” (the other lady sitting there). Her dad Frank is in the hospital said the brunette.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her Frank had just died, crossed over.and that was why I was seeing him.

Well, okay, so I have to go now. Nice talking to you.  I bolted  out of the door for the restaurant, and slid into my chair and hoped no one in our party would notice my face, the shock and horror expression I wore and the rapid heart beat coming through my chest..

I was coming out of my skin with excitement over what I had just seen and was hoping that no one would notice it either.

Then some of the yacht crew looked at me and commented, “You look like you have just seen a ghost MB. You are white as a sheet.”  If they only knew.

Then as I look up, the two women come out of the bar, and walked over to my table. They look at me and then they look over at Richard. They introduce themselves to him and say a huge thank you to me. Richard asked what happened. They shared with the entire table and Richard what I had seen while sitting in the bar. Then they let it be known that I indeed had a very special and very powerful gift and how much they appreciated me seeing their loved ones.

I was right.

Richard acknowledged my very powerful gift as I just sat there, not sure what to say.

I just didn’t have the heart to tell them Frank had already crossed over. They would find out soon enough. He was a butcher in his life.

Now I had some explaining to do with the crew and guests. Now I had to tell them about my gift.  They kind of figured it out from that point on.

That’s validation.

The Phone Call in Panama

Amy had died about a week prior and I had to return to work in Panama. Sick with the horrible flu I caught on the airplane, My ex husband and I arrived in Panama and I was a distraught human being, wanting to die, because I had just lost my other half, my identical twin sister. I was at the jumping off point and was in no shape to go back to work. I never imagined life without her because it would always be her and I together when everyone else was gone.  Just Amy and I against the world. Now she was gone. She left behind two babies, Cristiano and Julia. He was three and Julia was 1 1/2.  Their father ensured that the babies were taken good care of so I didn’t have to worry about them. I couldn’t. All I saw was the blackness of grief.

Because my employer was sick with cancer, we could not go directly to the yacht we worked on so we had to stay in a hotel until my bronchial flu was gone. Our cell phones would not work in the country of Panama so my ex, who happened to be the captain of the yacht called the Ships Agent and we were provided with a private number, his cell phone. Even I didn’t know the number. This phone was used for business and so it sat beside the bed.

That night while Richard and I slept, I dreamed of Amy. She was trying to tell me something but there was too much interference. I did hear the words, “Beth don’t forget about the white bonnet.”  White bonnet???? I didn’t understand..Maybe I heard her wrong. White bonnet to me means that someone is expecting a baby. Should I buy a white bonnet?

I said, “Amy, I dont understand. I can’t hear you.”

She said, “I will call you.”

Then silence,

Then the cell phone rang at 3 am. There was no number on the cell phone. But it rang.

Amy called me.

It was announced by my brother a couple of days later that He and his wife were expecting.  They thought they were having twins, to be born on or near mine and Amy’s birthday, June 13th.

That was the white bonnet Amy spoke of.

They can communicate from the other side. Amy did.


Other Side Psychic, Daddy

The most loving comforting human being God placed in my life, the man who supported me in everything I did, loved me through all of my horrible faults and disasters and even made house calls to his patients, was my father, Dr. Lawton. When he died of lung cancer, my life was devastated. No child should ever lose their Daddy young and I did. I was grown when he died and needed some sign that he was okay. I knew he was. He was the epitome of God’s love for us. It wasn’t until much later that he appeared to me in a dream. He came out of a brilliant blue background, dressed in his go to work clothes, a suit, bow tie, his salt and pepper hair the same as well as his glasses. He was healthy. The cancer was gone and he was happy and healthy again.

I said, “Daddy, what are you doing here, you are dead?” It was as if this was a waiting room, a brilliant blue waiting room we met in.  We hugged the father daughter hug, I wished it never ended but it did. He still had that musky earthy smell, a mix of Captain black tobacco and pepper with a hint of orange.

He said, “I came back to check on you Beth. Are you okay?”

I replied, Yes, I am okay, Daddy, are you okay?”  It was awkward, and I was almost uncertain as to how I should act.

He said he was.okay. He had a smile that you just knew was a joking smile. He was happy. No more pain.  I told him I loved him and he said he loved me back. It was awkward because I knew he was dead and so did he. How do you hug a ghost?

Then he was gone.

I wish the moment had lasted longer, as I wish his life had because I had a lot of questions and a lot more love to give him.


Other Side Psychic, Kel

Psychic I am, Claircognizant I am and Medium I am. A witch or practitioner of  the dark arts I am not. I walk in God’s white light always. There is a lot ignorance as to what I do. Here is one.She cleans houses for a living. A good Christian lady who spends every day off doing church work  and working with the church youth. She does not cuss and is not exactly someone who would believe in my abilities.  So I just came right out with it as we were talking. Specifically to ask what the  first three letters of  Ell meant to her. Was it Ellerbe, eller, even elmo?  Her brother was behind her telling me about the person with this unusual name. But the entire name was not coming across. Kel’s brother  wore dark glasses, drove a black truck, and died of a heart attack several years ago.  It turns out Kelly held the hand of a strange man having a heart attack named Ellerby, who died. She was his florence nightingale for the moment. This was just validation that her brother was there telling me events in Kelly’s life even he was never told about when he was alive. There was no disputing the fact he was there, and that I was carrying a message to Kel that he was alive and well,  just invisible to her.

She was a believer after I told her these things.  I also told her her mother stood pretty far off in the distance, due to the amount of time ago that she had died. The people who were immediately close to Kel was her best friend who had dark straight hair, and bangs and she had died of cancer. She confirmed her friend did indeed die of cancer and the confirmed the description. Also, I said her mother is coming forward holding up a quilted pattern. Did she quilt? I asked Kel.

Kel responded that her mother tried quilting right before her death and never finished it.

OtherSide Psychic, The Big House

Upon walking into my employers house, there was a short stout lady with brown curly hair who immediately greeted me, wanting to know why I was there. Well, I told her I was the new cook. She smiled. She was a good spirit. She was the grandmother to my employer. Then i went upstairs and her photo confirmed what I saw below. She passed several years ago but still remains to look after her granddaughter.

Other Side Psychic, Eric and his friend

Of course when speaking with Eric, he confirmed a huge loss of his best friend, who I saw hanging around him, as a guide and he also confirmed the number 5. Why I was seeing this number is because his friend died on October 5, 2009 at exactly 5:55.

Other Side Psychic: Eric

the number 5 coincided with a male that was around a person I read by accident. He emailed me and immediately, I saw this. 5. What does it mean?  Eric is many states away, yet communicating with me via email. I am in New Hampshire and he is in Florida.

Still yet, the number 5 kept coming up around a young male I saw around Eric.

Eric lost his friend on October 5th, 1996. Joe was his name. He was 19 when he died.

Joe is still with Eric, not because Eric can’t let go but because Joe wants to be around Eric, to guide him.

Spirits have a job to do, just as we have work to do…



Finding Closure Using a Psychic

I was born with a very powerful ability commonly referred to as being a psychic/medium/claircognizant of which I can see remotely what is happening, what has happened, who is there, and most of the time, what your house looks like or the ghost that is there. Not many psychics have this ability, especially if you are only speaking on the phone and not in person.. I consider this truly not a normal gift that one usually has, but rather a talent bestowed on me and for some time I have been hiding in the “closet” so to speak, for fear that I would be misunderstood, labeled crazy, unfit for society, and I know too much, much more than I should know as told to me by Bobby Deen, Paula’s son.

In the Deep south, Psychics are not looked upon too highly. They are haunted spirits, they are witches, they are spooky, not natural. Maybe yes for some. But what I do find is that the people who don’t understand it, are very ignorant. If you gave me an ignorant person and I proceeded to tell them what I saw and know about them, they would definitely change their mind about me, and what I am. They would be believers from the start.

Now being a psychic is trendy, with all the paranormal shows, it is quite common. It seems everyone is on the bandwagon to capture that ghostly presence or that EVP. Trust me, those tatics and gimmicks are out there but what I see and hear are usually very different. Sure I hear words spoken to me, but usually it is a lot of them at once. Many voices trying to get my attention to get a message to a loved one. Hundreds of them. I have to shut them out. Take one by one when I can, if the person who is to hear the message is contacting me.  I hear angelic choirs at night in the far far distance and I know that I am hearing Heaven when I hear this. Sometimes it lulls me to sleep. Other times I worry I am going to fade into the night when I hear that as maybe my time is up. See, I can “see for you” but I can’t see for myself. To help myself is not allowed. To help others is. I am here to help you.

What exactly are my abilities? I am a psychic, medium, who can remotely see, a “claircognizant” as well as having the ability to solve crimes, see the person who committed it, what they look like, where the body is, what happened which helps the law enforcement side do their job when leads are exhausted and it also helps loved ones find closure . My other job is to conversing with loved ones who want to send a message of hope, that they are alive, happy and well on the other side. Then there are the very dark entities my travels might take me to come across. I try not to get too involved in this aspect but it does happen. Unfortunately, I do come across them as well.

How do I see my gift? . My gift was freely given to me and so I have to use my gift to help others, unconditionally, to bring love and peace, restore it where only pain dwells.